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PythonPonyPalaces
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104.75"
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 PonyBox News Trending This is the story of my horse, Polo. Yet it is not only about Polo, because you see her story is my story. In this day and age we often see things that have come to be known as 'fursonas', virtual creatures that Internet ...
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After the Belmont I go into retirement. My legs were apparently damaged. When I ran the Belmont, I damaged them even more. I finally had to get surgery in my front right leg.
Swiss comes with me to the breeding barn. We get stalls next to each other and we get put into the pas ...
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As Marie heats my legs again that night, the vet, Amy, comes and checks them. She seems happy that the heat wraps are working and says it's a good sign. I hope so; I want to run this race for myself and for Marie. I want to win for Eric and Bill. I want to win for myself, to prov ...
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I start to jog a little next to the guide as we get closer to the gates. When we do, I'm number seven again, so I have to wait as the horses in front of me load in. One horse, a bay, refuses to go in. The jockey has to get off, then he gets into the gate. The jockey remounts him ...
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By the time spring rolled around, my brown coat shined in the sun. My legs have grown longer and leaner, meaning I'm about seventeen hands high and my stride is huge. Muscles ripple along my shoulders and back when I walk. I notice people stopping and watching me as I walk by. I ...
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The day after the race, Marie loads me into my trailer and we drive home. My home is filled with people and horses and dogs hustling and bustling about. I had grown up there, so I knew every nook and cranny. I usually stayed in the South barn, where the female racing horses where ...
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The dirt hits my face, flying into my nostrils and stinging my eyes. My rider, Eric, holds the reins tightly, preventing me from going around the horse in front. I run next to the rail boxed in by a chestnut horse to my right and a black horse in front. The horse in front speeds ...
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The stallion was stuck in a pasture with another horse, a black foal. The foal was lying on the ground but Alexa could tell she was in bad shape. Her bones were sticking out and her eyes were closed.
Alexa hopped out of the golf cart and went into the pasture. She slowly walke ...
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When the day was over Alexa's hair was poking out of her hairband and her shirt was dirt-stained and crooked. Her pants had stains from brushing horses and cleaning stalls, while her boots had mud on the bottom and were brown with dust instead of black. ...
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When Alexa woke up the next morning at exactly seven o'clock, she went into the bathroom to take a shower. After she was out, she put her dark, black, ebony hair in a ponytail.
Her hair was soft and sleek with gentle waves and showed off her olive skin tone and green eyes. She ...
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"Promise me you'll be good?" Alexa's mom, Lynn, asked one more time. "I promise." Alex said as she hugged her mom one last time and got in the red truck, her bags already in the back. As the truck pulled out of the driveway she waved to her mom from the passenger side. She looked ...
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When she saw the horse she knew it was going to be hers. She didn't know how and didn't know why, but she just knew. The horse was all black with haunting blue eyes and a spirit to match. She was a mare that was untamed. No one could control her, she did what she wanted. When Kat ...
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She had one blue eye. Thats all she knew about the wild horse. Elaine saw her running on a hill, then went to town to ask about this mysterious horse. "She has haunted those hills since I can remember." That's what the local sheriff said. "Only a few even have seen her. She's lik ...
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The farrier hated him so much that last time he got shod, Tex was on the ground hobbled and ended up with rope burns all over his body. My friend at the barn was the one to witness this, my mom and I didn't even know he was going to get new shoes that day. Needless to say, we mov ...
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